“Rylie…”
Smack!
Then the sound of a desk drawer opening and closing.
Smack!
Cold liquid trailed over my asshole, and I quivered in anticipation. His fingers worked the lube over, around, and within me, and when his fingers twitched deep within me, I had to bite my tongue.
“Oh, yes, my girl likes her ass played with, doesn’t she?”
“Rylie, please. I need to cum.” Every nerve in my body was on fire. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
A moment later, I felt him press the head of his cock into my ass, and when I pressed back against him, there was an amused chuckle. Once he was buried within me, I rolled my hips against him, and heard him moan himself.
I pulled away from him and then fell back against him, feeling his balls slap against my clit. The feeling of it had me concentrating on not falling over that edge.
The groan that came from Rylie though was guttural and animalistic. He lifted my hips to his, “Better hold on sweetheart.”
He pounded into me relentlessly. I was pushing back against him at every hard thrust. “Fuck yes, Luci. Your ass feels so good. Rub your clit, sweetheart. I want to hear you cum for me.”
I reached down and pinched my clit between my fingers, and when he pounded into me the next time, I was begging. “Rylie. Yes. Please.”
I reached further down and stuck two fingers into me as he fucked my ass, and just as I fell over the edge, he reamed into me, and my braced hand gave out hitting the monitors, pushing them to the ground.
Only Rylie didn’t stop. He continued to fuck me like a starved man. I once again, felt that tightening in my stomach, and continued to finger fuck myself. Rylie’s cock twitched as he said, “That’s my girl.” And unloaded himself deep within me. The feel of his release had me reeling all over again. This time though when my orgasm subsided, my legs gave out from underneath me.
Rylie caught me and braced me against the desk. Bending over and kissing my shoulder, he slid from me and said, “Good girl. I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared into a little room off to the right I hadn’t even noticed when I came in. He came out with a small washcloth and stopped short of his desk, looking me over. I curled my arms under my head and rested there a moment and asked, “Like what you see?”
“Very much. When I said I wanted to have you for lunch, I had pictured you sprawled out on my desk, but that image is nothing to the real thing.” His eyes lingered a moment longer, then he took to cleaning me up. It was soft and gentle, in a way only Rylie had ever been.
Chapter fifteen
Rylieheldmysweaterout, looking me over with an appreciative smile on his face. “I hate to get you dressed. I do appreciate you nude.”
“As I do you.” I slipped my arms into the sweater, and as he helped me slip it over my head, Rylie fondled my breasts before his hands trailed down to my waist, pulling me close. Lifting his hand, he cradled my cheek and brought me in for a sweet kiss.
His phone rang, and he declined the call. It rang again, and he declined it again. This time his cellphone rang, and I sighed, “Guess you should probably get that.”
“I don’t want to. I have more pressing matters.” He said, pulling me close against him.
“You just fucked your fiance.” I said, smiling, as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
“I really do love the sound of that.” He kissed me softly, as his phone continued to ring. “Mrs. Luci Allen. Oh, how I will enjoy using that name.”
“Don’t you think you should get your phone? I can wait. I think I’ve distracted you enough. You need to finish up so we can leave.”
“Oh, no.” He said, his face becoming very serious. “I will never make love to you, fuck you, rail you, whatever term you want to use for when we have sex, and then go straight to a business call. You will come before all of this. Even if the company goes under, there are still accounts that were personally protected under Harpers Trust for my long-term life. So, you willalwaysbe first.”
I blushed and didn’t know what to say to that kind of declaration. I didn’t feel I deserved it, but that was a discussion for another time. When the call went to voicemail for the third time, and started ringing again, I reached over and answered it, “Mr. Allen’s phone. How can I help you?”
“Who is this?”
“Who is this?” I repeated back to them.
“I don’t know who you are, but please hand the owner his phone.” The male voice said on the other end of the line.
